Stories of Muslim Reverts! - Post yours here!

Not a revert myself, but I find it so beautiful how people convert. It's such a huge sacrifice. It makes me feel guilty about how easily I take my faith. Reverts are always very good when it comes to religion and following it, proclaiming it. It's a huge step for them. Allah make it easy for them all! Ameen!
 
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I can't stop to cry..
I am so happy to be a muslim!Alhamdulilla!

Like brother greenshirt my iman didn't come at once:it was long jorney...
Only to understand what is tawheed,took me more then a year; I was an atheist,living in atheist family.
I didn't really know what Islam is,but I was certain I have to say the shahada-it was so strong felling!
Then is was the period:,,everything is haraam?''
a period of discovering.
Then the islamic school;understanding Kur'an and finally the peace and happiness come to me,alhamdulilla!
I know Allah SUT planed every step I made in the past and guide me to the right path,bcos He is The Best Planner!
 
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A Roman Catholic US Marine Discovers Islam


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Catholicism, whatever else it was, was polytheistic. The realization was shattering to me. I knew at that point that I could not obey the laws of Allah and continue to praise Prophet Jesus (peace be upon him) as his son.​
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I talked it over with my wife. She was concerned, to say the least. We spent hours discussing what it would do to our family. She went with me to the masjid where we spoke with a man named Muhammed. Not only was he able to sway her fears, she decided to convert as well.​
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Becoming Muslim was no doubt the right decision. My friends and family, save my parents, were very supportive. My father would not speak to me for the next three months. My wife's family, to this day is still unsupportive. I have no doubt that Allah will soften their hearts in the future.​
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MashaAllah , may Allah bless you sis :)
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May Allah bless all the ummah!

I've met a 10 year old boy from India.

His grand-mother accept Islam long time ago,but she have stayed married to her hindu husband and she make lots and lots of du'aa her children to come in Islam ..
They grew and and the son have got a job in Emirates and the sisters marry hindus in India.
The son took his mom there-she was old and alone-her husband have died..
One day,in may 2009, they invite one of the sisters, her 2 kids and husband to come to Dubai for a week .

They went to visit Dubai Museum and find some free books about Islam..
After they took a boat to see The Creek and in one moment the 10 years old say: ,,Mom,dad-we have to accept Islam-it will be good for the familly!''
(:cry:)
They were so surprised,looking to eachother!

After few days they come to the islamic center and say shahada in front of the studens!!!It was so tuching!!!
Alllah guide all the familly:son,wife and kids,his 2 sisters and kids,and one of the husbands.The other say he can't give up the hindu's public events,but he gave divorse to his wife.May Allah guide him too!

Isn't that amazing?! Allah fulfill the du'aa of the mother!Subhan-Allah!Subhan-Allah!
The boy memorise and recite Al-Fatiha after the shahada!

Make du'a for all of them!
 
I love reading all these stories because they remind me again and again how fortunate I am to have been born in a muslim family, and these stories also motivate me to constantly maintain and increase my Imaan and to hold fast to the rope of Allah
 
Ok,here's my story.
I had the traditional Christian upbringing.I went to a school in

Birmingham & on Sunday's,while the grown ups were in the big

church,I was attending Sunday School,reading the Bible

which,for a 7 year old girl (or boy) was confusing.
I remember when I went to visit family in Northern Ireland,I got

to become friends with a girl over the road,oh,I was what,12

ish,& I got beaten up by older girls who called me a 'Feinian

lover' because Cathy was Catholic.At the time I had no idea of the

religious hatred that existed over here.
Later,when I was about 15-16,I became a bit of a rebel against my

parents & hung out with in their eye's,the wrong crowd.I left

school & my family moved back to Ireland.Eventually I moved

out & got my own place when I got a job in a record store.
I lived for the weekends! Friday night would see me & a possy of

mates bopping away in the local clubs,getting hammered on

Vodka & Alcopops.
Saturday I'd often come too & it'd take the rest of the weekend to

recover but more often than not I'd be out on Saturday nite too,
Then one nite over a year ago,I was being chatted up in the disco

by some bloek inbetween dances.Next thing I remember is

kneeling in front of a toilet in a pool of vomit,vomit all down my

dress, being sick again.
One of the girls got me into a taxi eventually & I had to sit on a

plastic bag & was constantly getting the driver to pull over so I

could be sick.(I only remeber bits of it,it's what I've been told)
Anyway,it turns out someone had dropped an 'E' or 'Acid Tab'

into my drink so I'm told.(I have never done drugs!)
One of the women where I worked was a Muslim & I noticed she

used to sit in the canteen reading a book on her breaks.We got

chatting & one day,while she was in the loo,I sneaked a look at

the book,the Quoran.
She must've seen me so she began telling me about the Book.One

night I was invited to tea at her home.She cooked a simple but

nice meal.A few weeks later in the canteen she was'nt eating &

when I offered her a bit of my meal,she explained it was Ramadan

& I asked her what it was.
Later on I told her what'd happened that night in the club,which

was wierd cuz I'd sworn my other girlfriends to secrecy & here I

was telling a relative stranger!
At home I found myself going onto websites like Bebo less & less

& googling Islamic sites more.
I'm sure she got annoyed with my constant quesions!LOL
Eventually I asked what it was like to be Muslim & we went

out,both in Hijab,to the local oriental market.It felt wierd being in

Hijab but oddly comforting.When we got back I prayed for the

first time.
She witnessed my Shahada with her family & I was sooo happy!A

few days later l was shopping in town wearing Hijab & bumped

into some of my old friends.They were shocked,even more when I

told them I was now called Nasayem.In taking a new name,I have

left the past behind.
Sorry it's quite long but I feel it's better to know the full reason

why.If I had continued my old life,I dont know where I'd be.
My friend has now returned home with her family but we keep in

touch.
Nasayem.
 
^^^ Alhamdullilah you found islam...and May Allah protect and help you all the way..Ameen. Jazakallah khayr for sharing with us.

you deserve a reps.
 
How I converted to Islam.

My dad was interesting about the Islam "world" and the muslim people. He met a muslim man and asked him how it is. Then the muslim man told him to go a mosque where he can feel free to ask anything.
So my mum and dad and me went there many times. I was 2 years old then, and it's all happened 13 years ago.

We converted to Islam, my dad choosen the name "Abdullah", my mum choosen the name "Emila" (or something like that, I can't really remember) and my parents choosen me the name "Mohamed".

I remember every muslim liked me there, they played a lot of with me, told me tales of Mohamed and stuff. And I also liked them. I was so excited when we were going to the mosque. I remember I always asked my parents "when do we meet Yahya?". Yahya is from Yemen. He teached my parents how to be good muslim, and teached them to write-, speak arabic.

Later the mosque is closed by some problem. And we didn't go there anymore. We didn't go there anymore. And I didn't see Yahya and the others anymore.

My mum started to dislike Islam, and she didn't/doesn't like it anymore. And my dad followed her, so they got out of Islam.
Later my parents separated I lived and still live with my mum.

Later my mum and me moved to another city, and I was a student at a christian grade school. I always felt like I can't be christian, God doesn't want me to be a christian. And I always was defending the Islam in school too.

I done the grade school, and went to a high school, they knew/know that I was a muslim and I followed/following the Islam rules. But there wasn't/isn't problem.

I done the first class of the high school, and on this summer. My dad was looking for the old muslim friends. He found Yahya! We were so happy to found him. And we met at a mosque once and talked to him, that was so awesome when I could again say "Salam aleiykum"! And I met arabic people and muslims again. And then we also prayed together twice in the mosque. And I was thinking a lot of I should be a muslim and it will be good for me.

I decided to be one, my dad teached me how to pray correctly. And I started to pray. And also started to read books, and started the big learning about Islam.

I'm a muslim since about a month, nowadays.

I'm really so happy to my dad he found Yahya. And I feel myself bless to be with you all, brothers and sisters.


I wish Allah guide me on the straight way -insallah.


So, this is my story!:p :statisfie :statisfie


Ps, sorry for my english, it isn't one of the best ones.
 
^MashaAllah brother, what a story! Alhamdullilah. And your English is great. :)
 
MashaAllah brother, sweet story!
I have a question, is your dad Muslim again?
If I can understand your English then you've passed! At least for me lol.

Salaam Alaikum.
 
Thank you very much sisters!
And yes, my dad is muslim again, he's also registered on this forum, his username is Muslim Hungary. But his english worse than mine, that's why he couldn't write anything yet, when I can get to him then I will teach him how to post. :D

But my mum isn't a muslim and she doesn't even want to be anymore... :S
 
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Here's my story.

I come from a very non-religious family. Unfortunately neither of my parents really believe in God though my dad goes to church usually once a year but he goes there just because of a christmas tradition people have here. But that mostly doesn't have much to do with religion anymore. Also all of my close relatives are mainly atheists. In fact I can't think of any relative of mine who I know to believe in God. When I was little I wasn't religious at all. Later I somehow started having some sense of God and hereafter. From there on there were several years I wasn't in any religion but then started feeling christianity to be a way that suited me. One thing I remember was that I started regretting that I was never baptized (though now being a muslim I'm glad I wasn't baptized).

Then a couple of years from there I started liking going to the church and especially to one certain church in another town I used to go sometimes. I seldom went there for sermons but I just loved it to go there and just sit and pray and talk to God there on my own. It wasn't very long time from there till I started seriously doubting the fact of Jesus(aleihi salam) being the son of God. I don't know how exactly I got to that but anyways from there on I was non-religious yet believing in one God. And it was last summer when - perhaps cause of the interest I have in the Middle-East - I started thinking about islam and started moving closer to it.

I got the Estonian translation of the Qur'an on the 6th of September but in the same evening just few hours later something came inbetween me getting into islam. I started liking one Indian girl I met on Skype that evening. I wasn't completely sure yet at that time about becoming a muslim so it was a very bad time of starting a relationship with a hindu girl. Anyways, this is what happened. I was supposed to go to Egypt in the end of December and by that time I had read the translation of the Qur'an and I was quite sure of becoming a muslim. I hoped that in Egypt I would learn how to pray but even though I prayed for God to show me the right thing to do I still cancelled the whole trip some 5 hours before the flight so that I could have money for going to India to meet the Indian girl in real. And in the end of January it happened, I made my biggest mistake ever and I went there to be with her. I was foolish to hope that maybe going there would make some difference and she would become a muslim as well but it was all in vain and instead I did a lot of wrong there with her that I still regret more than anything else.

After coming back home I discovered some things about her that left me with no other choice than putting an end to the whole thing. I was afraid it would be really difficult because I think I really loved her a lot and till the end tried my best to make the relationship work but fortunately Allah made my heart cold in the end and helped to make the end easier than I expected it to be. It all ended in March and that's why I consider April as the time I really became a muslim. And during the months since then I've become even closer and closer to islam and I still feel that my eman is getting stronger.

All in all I feel myself to be very blessed by Allah since Estonia is the most non-religious country(when people in many countries where asked a question if religion is important or not 84% here said "no") yet I've been guided to the most right way. Alhamdulillah for that.
What is more a week ago I had a great chance to go to an islamic seminar in Poland. There were some good lectures by some Saudi sheikhs but the most wonderful thing for me was to pray, eat and sleep in a masjid together with my brothers in islam during the days there. Surely these were the most beautiful days I've had so far.

The more I think about it the more I feel that we are all so very blessed to be in islam. May Allah's peace, mercy and blessings be upon all of you, brothers and sisters. :)
 

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